All I Could Write…

Of the love of sort,
that which I dreamt in my dreams
Of laughing leaves,
of merry flowing streams of sunsets and moonlights,
of the springtime..
Of fables and fairy tales,
that which eternally prevails…

Of prose and poetry,
of love and coquetry …
Of songs and lullabies,
Of colors of butterflies,
and nectar of honeybees..
Of an art, and of a poet’s pen..

As tender as a girls heart,
and as scary and adventurous as a Lion’s den …
to an extent of an nihilism,
Of an era of romanticism..
Of happiness like a child’s laughing mischief,
of pain as deep as a widow’s grief..
Of green of lush,
and of pink of blush ..

O my gazelle-eyed beloved!
I am lover of your eyes and smiling lips,
wish to write one such poem drowning in them,
of all these,
and all I could write-
is but your name.

~Priyanka Singh~
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Writer's Introduction : Hey here myself is Priyanka Singh..
I'm a student I'm preparing for medical NEET UG .. and this year I opt for physiotherapy course. Writing is not my hobby. It's just I love to write because it give me mental peace and calmness.. I just love to write and listen even though looking up in the sky and moon give me the strength to write about everything...here I wanna stop.. because sometimes words speaks not the speaker or writer who jave wrote this words for own...

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